Bilbraborn

And not just on food.

Thanks for that BS.

Where I go to pick them (along with blackberries and elderberries) there are two different varieties. I don't know their names but there is a short fat fat variety and a longer slimmer sort. (please don't call them Morcambe and Wise).

Sorry to butt into this. A sad state of affairs is that good manners are not taught and used in the way they once were. Even my grandkids think I am being tetchy when I remind them to use theirs. I was probably guilty when I first became a member and if so, please accept my apologies. However, with that in mind, I am prepared to forgive anyone who displays bad manners as long as they don't hit me. But on the original thread. My mother in Law was once a cleaner at the Ad Lib club in the 1960s. Can't think of what it became. All I know is I felt much safer in Nottingham on a Saturday night i

I've made some Rose Hip wine but it is still going through the aging process. Maybe next year.

I would have thought bi-sexual measures are when you use the same scales to weigh both men and women.

I'm glad that you have shone a light on that one. However, I still blame the faceless wonders running the EU. They make the laws. And yes I blame our stupid politicians. They all say they will not comply, even after they have started doing it. But it all comes down to what I've said before. All politicians of the big three (or two and a half) parties have nothing but utter contempt for the people of this country. Most of them don't know what it's like to exist on the minimum wage.

I think most kids at Bilborough used Wollaton Park. I remember my mate breaking his leg when he sledged into a tree. Years later my mum and dad used to take my kids sledging there. Funny how people become children again when they are with their grand-kids. I know I do sometimes.

Sadly, in years gone by, there were sadistic teachers who gave corporal punishment a bad name. I got plenty of wallops off teachers, nothing brutal or cruel, but I was a little sod and deserved every one of them and more. Most teachers had corporal punishment as an option. But my old English teacher never laid a finger on anyone. He just made you look a complete idiot in front of the class. It worked much better and it gave us all a laugh.

Again my old Beef (pardon the pun) about this carbon footprint business. It seems OK to import loads of stuff, food or otherwise, from Europe. The carbon footprint matters not a jot here. But when it comes to things like decent light bulbs or 'renewable energy', oh dear, we must all conform. Total B------s.

To tell you the truth, I think the Nottingham one is more attractive. And not because both myself and my son used to work there.

Thanks David. I've got loads of written info but it's all filed somewhere. There are actually websites devoted to all this. I got the stuff about Edwards Queen Eleanor dying at Harby off the internet. It also tells of the Eleanor Crosses. As for facebook? I just don't have enough hours in the day. I thought that when I got into my sixties that I would have more time to spare. How silly. By the way, the story of Queen Eleanor is at All Saint's Church at Harby (the north Notts one) and there is a mini-statue above the porch.

I'm waiting for the day they make us all drive on the right. Should be fun and games. And the price of car insurance will rocket. At least when all the countries of the UK united they merged the flags. (Mind you, I wouldn't like to try to merge the flags of all the member states).

David, I am a complete transport fanatic. However, I am also a realist. I would love to own a top of the range Aston Martin, but one thing prevents me from doing so. £££££££££££££ or lack of them. So I don't have one. No big deal. My old Ford Focus gets me around ok. So. Back to the tram. I love them. I love trams. BUT! Nottingham City Council really can't afford them. They are having to resort to nasty ways to get the money. Bring in the little lady. She must hate motorists. So she is the right person to think up ways of robbing the motorist to pay for the tram. Not every

Yes I can remember Children's Favourites on Saturday morning with Uncle Mac. And that's what a lot of these songs were. For kids to sing along to. Maybe the words were more appropriate than some of todays songs.

The old Nottingham Midland station on station street was becoming a bit jaded and too small for the increased rail traffic of the day. A new station was due, but when the Midland Railway hierarchy realised what an amazing building the Great Central was constructing in nottingham for their London Extension, they seriously needed to compete.

Did Opportunity Knock for that last one liner?

Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.

OOOOHHHHHH!!!!!! Foreign Fuzzy Wuzzys!?!? My God. The whole opposition will have a dose of the abdabs. Gobs open. Eyes crossed. How politickle tickly incorrect. You naughty boy! Remember what happened 'when call me Dave' said "Calm down my dear" ? Sorry. I'm really sarky in my old age. But you need to have a laugh.

I loved the video, even if it was a bit over dramatized. Edward 1 spent a lot of time in the area, both at Clipstone and at Nottingham Castle. In fact his wife took ill and was taken to nearby Harby (over the Trent) where she died while Edward was at Clipstone. I have the full story somewhere. By the way, it wasn't just medieval kings who were rotten to kids. Look how many worked down coal mines and up chimneys more recently.

That Parliament oak is in two parts now. The middle bit rotted away. They have only just put a decent visitor board up. Just along the way is another one called The Old Churn Oak. Not a clue why as it is nothing special to look at.

I note from the pic that it already has holes in it.

I work in catering and plastic bags are central to waste disposal of which there is plenty. I remember the old brown paper bags. Tough if it rained on the way home. I remember me and my mum coming from Bracebridge shops with a paper carrier bag each and an ordinary shopping bag full of veg between us. When the melon fell off the veg bag we even contemplared dribbling it home. Common sense prevailed and we didn't.

Not just fictional characters. About five miles to the east of Mansfield is the village of Clipstone. You know when you're there because of the derelict (tallest in Britain) headstocks towering above you. But that is New Clipstone, the once mining village. Just a little further along is Old Clipstone now called Kings Clipstone. In a field near the Dog and Duck pub is a crumbling ruin that looks like nothing on earth. In fact this was the so named King John's Palace where the Plantagenet kings held their Parliament when they took a break from hunting deer in the (Royal) Sherwood Forest. The

And how much will the pesky catterpillars eat?